Winter Sun (Son)

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I can feel my skin start to warm up. The Winter Sun is far warmer than it should be this time of year. I know it’s a blessing. I’ll lie here in wait for it to rise over the tree tops.

Already the sky is starting to turn blue.

There are no clouds. There is no reason to be scared. The Wind gently stirs leaves just outside the window.

Spring is coming, but there is still some time till then. Not much at all. Soon.

It’s getting brighter and brighter but the Winter Sun has still not fully arrived. There is no doubt that he will arrive. The birds know and chirp with joy.

The Winter Sun is moving and will arrive soon.

The Beast

SAM_1125.jpgI’ve stroked the hair of the beast. The one that dwells within me. It bids me to move to the places that I do not desire. And yet desire more than I can describe.

What could tame my wicked heart?
It despairs at thoughts thinked too beautiful.
It is hard when I know it is made to be soft.
Let rock turn to flesh.

Let death be turned to life.

World locked in silence.
Screaming because we do not hear.
Weeping because we do not see.
Squirming because we cannot feel.

O Lord,
Let death be turned to life.

Devotional 11 May 2016

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“…their minds are full of darkness; they wander far from the life God gives because they have closed their minds and hardened their hearts against him. They have no sense of shame. They live for lustful pleasure and eagerly practice every kind of impurity.”
Ephesians 4:18-19

O that my walk would be acceptable in God’s sight.
Here we have graciously been given light and life – and from no work of our own,
Yet the desire to walk in the light is still fleeting and,
at times,
Much more difficult.

Lord of All Creation, please take my heart and mind and dispense of any darkness. Please soften the hearts of those who have hardened them. Let me not live for lustful pleasure, seeking only to satisfy my own needs, but let me look to the needs of others before myself. And above all else, let the words of my mouth and meditations of my heart be acceptable in your sight. In Christ Jesus name I pray.
Amen.

Creation

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Cold streaks of endless sunlight
Working towards being warm and comforting.
Disassociate all creativity from creation,
What a miserable crime indeed.

Still air against mountain drops
Flowers that hold no dew and draw from the Earth.
The creativity in creation,
What a goal to reach.

An untangled spider-web
Holds it’s master in balance,
Nurturing,
Feeding.
How perfect is creativity in this;
As functional as it is beautiful.

The great mystery is not mysterious
To those who would see more than just the beauty:
That all this beauty functions to
Reveal the One who is the most beautiful of all.